Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The way

we look at one another
from sitting comfortably
atop a secure interpretation
of beauty

bathing our feet
in a basin of
socially fabricated

the way you see me,
the way I see you,
these eyes of ours
long broken.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

D is for damaged

For I usually dote on
the troublesome,
the quaint men.

I didn't anticipate you.

I wasn't ready to love
a person as honest
and humane as you

Then I didn't.
I apologize.

You are curious
as a statement of the dynamic
changes of heart,

as an illuminating breach
in the consideration of faltering.

I might have written you
ten thousand words if you hadn't
come into my life this late.

At this time,
I am damaged.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

From the honest at heart

He told me to just write a word after another,
as if I were drawing them randomly from a bag,
so I did.

I find it hard to make meaning
out of the result, though.
I write poems I cannot love

murky verbs and nouns
cling to my wrists, 
I'm spurned by language that bears light.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Lacuna Inc.

Wondering whether I would
have you erased if that was a choice.

The elation of nights awake
versus the sad silent months.

The hours spent arguing casual intelligence
and deliberate stupidity.

How much of my grit
would suddenly be lost.

To tell of the person you made me
in the space of fifty-five words.

(Flash 55 Plus challenge over at the Imaginary Garden)

(I couldn't use the Plus word in the text, but I was driven by it. Lacuna Inc. is a fictitious firm in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind where people go to have troubling memories erased)

Wednesday, August 3, 2016


I tell him I lose balance,
I am nauseous
and cannot breathe.

He likens me
to a will-o'-the-wisp
amongst the barks in a forest

and gently advises me
not fear the leaves
falling from the trees.